Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery. Chapter 1 Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again. ...
Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ? ...
He had run every red light between the Strand and St John’s Wood and it seemed like all the speed cameras in London had flashed him as well but the late evening traffic was light and it had taken him just 20 minutes so far. He knew he was close and when he turned the corner, all four tires squealing and saw the flashing lights, the endless lines of police cars and back up units, the Fire Engines and the Ambulances and heard helicopter blades beating the air rhythmically above him, he knew he was in the right place. ...
Author's Note: This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality. I wrote most of this story in about a month, then added the last few chapters over the next couple months, and now it’s been two more months and I can’t write another word of it. I will probably never finish it, I’m afraid. I’m not even sure what the appeal was in the first place. Do note that Gagged Utopia does not have a “transgender” tag, so consider this it. This story doesn’t take place in the real world or any particular fictional world. Feel free to email with any other feedback, although I rarely check my inbox, or leave a comment. ...
Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment. This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality. ...
Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!)) ...
Author's Note:Before getting to the story, I wanted to right a brief intro for anyone who chooses to read it. First of all, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to check out my work. Secondly, I wanted to give you an idea of what you can expect, since it is quite a commitment to make it all the way through, as those of you who read my first story now surely know. That first story, ‘Erica’s Capture’, got some mixed reviews, primarily because we all have different things that we look for in our kink, and some people would have preferred to have it go in a different direction than it did. I thought I’d take a minute to give readers an idea of what they can expect here, in order to avoid disappointment. This will be the story of the abduction of a young girl, and the gradual breaking of her will. It will involve continual restraint and confinement that starts fairly mildly and gradually grows more and more restrictive as she is trained and broken. There will not be a turning of the tables in this story, and our young captive has little or no chance of escape or rescue. If you’re looking for a story with a more positive potential ending, you should check out ‘Erica’s Capture’ if you haven’t already. In short, I will attempt to chronicle the creation of a slave from unwilling cloth (constrained by my limited writing ability and as filtered through my own fantasies and imagination), and I hope that you enjoy the ride. ...
Author's Note: This is a translation to English of the longest story I ever written. Please be aware that the English version is abridged from the original. When translating I tried to edit out any inconsistencies. I hope I got it right. It is also a very dark story. When one vanilla person lives out his most twisted fantasies I guess we might end up with one story of domination and submission where the kink feels good and nice. ...
The two of us stood side by side. Well, we were ten feet apart, both housed in tall steel cages, but at least we were close to each other. The room was silent. In front of us was a panel of judges. We had been brought down into this complex two days ago, captured after my sister had made one too many phone calls from one building. After tracing the calls, agents had burst in on us. We were arrested and taken into custody. ...
Marie had been kept in a very severe hogtie since her kidnapping. Each wrist had been pulled back to its corresponding ankle and bound tightly to it on the outside. This pulled her back into an arch. Then her knees and ankles had been bound together, as had her elbows. Loops of thin cord cut deeply into the flesh above and below her elbows, forcing them to touch. She had been gagged very heavily. Cloth was wadded into her mouth, crammed into each of her cheeks. Then a large head harness ball gag had been forced into her mouth, stretching her jaw to the maximum. The straps had been pulled just as tight as was possible. She had a rubber swim cap on her head. Stretch rubber adhesive tape had been wound round her head and mouth over the ball gag. Vertical wraps prevented any jaw movement. Pads over her eyes were similarly taped with tight head circling wraps. If that was not enough, a leather gag strap head harness was drawn tightly over the mouth windings. The D ring at the top had a length of rope attached that pulled her head back as far as it would go. ...